This is the greatest alarm idea ever.
I'm watching the NLCS game as I type this, a series that begs for a nickname. With one team from Milwaukee (think, BEER) and the other from St. Louis (BEER) why has this not been labeled "The Kegger Series" or "Beer Barrel Baseball" or....
Steve was supposed to call me today to tell me if he's coming tomorrow for Ilsa's initial start-up. He may call yet tonight. I've got everything ready, so if he doesn't I can either wait another week or go for it myself. Hmmm.
Either way the project will go on a brief hiatus. I hope to pick up the wheels from Pat after church Sunday but I won't get tires on them like I'd originally planned. Having to put tires on the Sorento and some other financial surprises (never mind a $200 electric bill from record setting heat that had the AC running 24/7) means a break is appropriate. I've got an accounts receivable issue I'm working, which also factors in.
The "Occupy" movement is a joke that would die in a few days if the press didn't show up with cameras. The video footage on the nightly news shows almost as many cameras as protestors, encouraging lawless behavior by those hoping to make the evening news.
The 99% are hired by the 1% against whom they protest.
I ran some errands this morning and saw about a dozen bikers making the left from 83rd onto Bell, and probably from there onto the freeway. These guys were hardcore. I was too far away to see if they were wearing colors (the term for biker gang badging) but their appearance and bikes certainly looked like it. There are sizable contingents of both the Hell's Angels and the Vagos here. Outlaw bikers describe themselves as "The 1%-ers," as in, the minority of bikers who live the biker life. It made me think of the interesting contrast between that 1% and the Wall Street 1%.
I took Jack to the dog park this morning. He sure loves to run, and you can feel his energy. I get a kick out of hearing other dog owners saying to their pets, "You can't keep up with him." (He is amazingly fast.)
Speaking of slogans, is it too corny for his PR team to begin, "Cain is able?"
I was wrong. The F1 circuit is in S. Korea this week.
It feels like a two-fer night:
Run! It's a stampede!
A District Court in the southeast signed a restraining order blocking enforcement of portions of Alabama's new illegal immigrants law. A District Court here upheld very similar parts of the AZ law, SB 1070.
Next stop, The Supremes.
I got in trouble at the rec center gym this afternoon. Turns out you're not allowed to take dumbbells out of their room to the room with the exercise machines. (Today's workout called for alternating between pull-ups and squats with weights.) The old guy who nabbed me said it was in the rules posted out front. As I left I looked for a sheet of rules, didn't see one, and so asked the guy behind the desk.
"Yeah, we have a notebook full of rules down here somewhere, but just this one copy."
He didn't seem interested in digging it out and shrugged his shoulders in an "oh well" gesture when I told him what happened.
I guess you don't really need to get out the notebook when everyone (but me) has them all memorized.
3 comments:
That *is* the greatest alarm ever! The bad part is that it would wake everyone in the house (with that wonderful aroma), and not just me.
Hmmmm...that makes me wonder why God didn't want pigs sacrificed to Him. It would've smelled sooooo good.
I guess that's just one of those "His ways are higher than my ways" sort of thing.
Craig,the Series has been called the Suds Series!
John in Shoreline
I don't think He wanted His people getting trichinosis.
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